Queens of Mormane

The queens of Mormane

Are the finest of women

Never astray from their calling

Focused and diligent

Feeble yet strong, and kind

Dancing among the stars

In their moonlight dresses

Each sprinkled subtly

With magnificent jewels

And aloft their heads with crown

Feathered birds, one dark

Sends messages to the others

So wealthy of sorts

They turn back home,

A written hand, in beak

Tomorrow is a new day

Shines bright as the sun

Morning brings a pleasant stay

My queens your rule is done.